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Please see my thought blog from the menu here, where I have posted composed thoughts, reviews and analyses in the form of writing!

 

Poetic Prose for  Kyle Wiltshire Photography
Web: http://kyerwiltshire.com/p1054010449/h438253ae#h438253ae”> Kyle Wilshire Photography

Alive, wondrously alive.
The winds pour into me, divine energy, of this earth’s kiss.
Whispering into all crevices of my skin, a tickle
My pores shiver with delight.
Elated, I float here in love’s embrace,
forming signatures of this life,
through my movement, my creation,
my union with source energy defined.
I am ignited in the flames of passion,
and I dance my song,
to feel.
Alive, I am alive, wondrously, alive.
Jewelry Piece Story for  Paradigm Shift Jewelry
Web: http://www.etsy.com/shop/paradigmshiftjewelry”> Paradigm Shift Jewelry

Encased in silver here are the he and she of two cosmic triangles intersecting, making love, the binary, the this and that which become the one. The spinning of these stars spiral into the sky as we live our lives in the cosmic yin and yang and wax and wane of the flux and flow of our movement here. When the lines blur, it is beyond interconnection, it is all one. Where the earth and sky interlink is where we meet as humanity. We are the in between in this place of union and meeting. The mystical union and catalyst of life is represented in these symbols as the union of opposites, and the 6 sided polygon piece is linked to Saturn, the God of the Harvest, where the boons of our creation are our fruit. This is abundance edified, we are the abundant creators of our universe.

Review – “Artists Thrive in Oakland, Live-Work Lofts”
Web: Was published

Inside the open doors to the foyer, I am welcomed by artists sitting at booths displaying their work and a greeter with an artist map and schedule, a sweet giggle and a stamp for my hand.
From here on out it starts to become an excitingly sped up blur of medias, art, galleries, clothes, jewelry, drinks, food, vendors, exhibits and a mix of hundreds of people buzzing up and down the hallways, elevator and in the artist lofts. I mix easily with the friendly artist community, the ambiance is alive and thrilling with the flavor of thriving, activated artists. Their creations naturally reflect all of their different stories. Each story comes through their favored medium.

Echo Eve Future Fiction | Nautical Zone | snippets
Web: Yet to be published

Another pulse came through me, this time, it wasn’t spittle from the middle of my body. It was my heart. My heart jumped and vibrated mournfully for a loss. It surged up my esophagus where my throat went dry and a tingle ran up my nose, making my nose prickle and crinkle. A cold bristle and a well of tears flooded my eyes, streaming out onto my cheek. It was gone again, a fleeting moment. ”What was that thought?” I sent my Thought Tracers to fetch it and replay it for me. And I found this: “You will never have love.” The she felt it attempt to surge up in her again. She stopped and questioned herself, is this what I want to feel? Witnessing her own words and vibration. she checked in and questioned if this is from me. Imagining a card with that thought on it, she flipped it from one side to another, what are its real contents?

The lab’s screens started moving around the room, not because the images of data were moving around the screens, but because Nisha’s equilibrium was swirling in an electroceptive motion that brought her to her knees. She hunched over, kneeling on the ground. In her peripheral vision the green and blue walls, the plants, the fish tanks, the monitors full with various objects of colorful data, the animals behind glass, and the entire collection of the Nautical Zone’s comfort items with its plushy large pink, purple and blue pillows and rugs were spiraling and shifting. It was all dropping out of line into obscurity. There was a loud hiss, her eyes blurred, and she saw that space insider her again. An ancient dragon serpent embryo occupied it. And it tried to take over, it tried to participate in what was going on. Spinning, she clutched her stomach, and vomited into a bucket.

I guess it’s not time for me to upload again. Just thinking about it these days will bring her to lose her sense of gravity, her grounding.

Echo Eve Future Fiction | Somaticanaut | snippet
Web: Yet to be published

Lucetta, lightly swipes over the button to the left of the armrest, and the soft, sheep skinned bucket chair silently leans back as if wafting on a levitation lever. Lucetta has always loved the feeling of the gentle glide of this chair moving back to take her into a supine position. It takes her back to the reaches of her favorites times, like when she thought she was levitating at the exploratorium with her cousins. They all looked at each in silence as they floated in the air, realizing they could maintain an inner equilibrium at their core, and thus control how they floated. They would close their eyes and pretend they were sleeping, they’d act like they were driving a car, or a space ship, or flying on a magic carpet. They would sit up, where they new was up, and would cross their legs and their arms and pretend that they were magic djinn genies, sending magical signals to each other through the blink of their mind and sending it along a passage of some sort to the other’s head. They’d then have to decode the message, intuit it, or guess it. They were 50% accurate they figured. This is how Lucetta and her cousins got chosen to be in the young adult’s astronaut project. After that first time, they found out they were in a simulation after it was over, they really thought they were controlling their flight and maybe that’s why they did so well. They were thought to be unbelievable examples of young people who naturally adapt to space condition, weightlessness with no gravity. It was unprecedented, such instant knowledge of gravity-less space was not something most just walk into. They say the control they had was as if they had lived it before, making it second nature. And it’s true, Lucetta and her cousins spoke about it afterwards. After they had jointly commanded themselves to levitate, they started being lifted up to float, and they did not startle, they each had entered a serene state, and allowing to happen what was happen without knowing someone had flipped a switch to make the chamber without gravity. It had felt like time slowed down in time, they could hear their hearts pump in their ears, like little ants marching in meditative resonance, opposing the fractional existence outside of the gravityless levitation hall. When they looked at each other the calm in their eyes was beyond the life of a child’s play, they felt like they were aliens with hyper-intelligence all of a sudden and they were speaking to each other wordlessly, without a sound, easily decoded. They formed a triad holding hands, looking each other in the eyes, going along with the grace of the buoyancy, their bodies softened, their gaze addressed each other with heavy eyelids, the meaning in them — calm.